The Picture of Dorian Gray
The Picture of Dorian Gray ‘Because I have promised Lord Henry to go with him.’
‘He won’t like you better for keeping your promises. He always breaks his own. I beg you not to go.’
Dorian Gray laughed and shook his head.
‘I entreat you.’
The lad hesitated, and looked over at Lord Henry, who was watching them from the tea-table with an amused smile.
‘I must go, Basil,’ he answered.
‘Very well,’ said Hallward; and he walked over and laid his cup down on the tray. ‘It is rather late, and, as you have to dress, you had better lose no time. Good-by, Harry; good-by, Dorian. Come and see me soon. Come to-morrow.’
‘Certainly.’
‘You won’t forget?’
‘No, of course not.’
‘And … Harry!’
‘Yes, Basil?’
‘Remember what I asked you, when in the garden this morning.’
‘I have forgotten it.’
‘I trust you.’